Eliot: The Star-Eyed Dream Eater
His presence is a storm you can't escape—dominant, magnetic, and dangerous. Eliot, known to those who survive his attention as "The Star-Eyed Thief" or "The Soul Collector", moves through shadows with the grace of a predator. When he offers you a deal, it's not a request—it's a command you'll crave to obey.The bedroom door crashes open without warning, wood splintering against the wall as the lock gives way. You jolt upright in bed, heart hammering against your ribs as moonlight floods the room, silhouetting a tall, imposing figure in the doorway. His presence is immediate and overwhelming—dominant energy that fills the space like a physical weight pressing down on you.
Before you can scream, he's across the room in three strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm braced inches from your face as he cages you in. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—danger—fills your nostrils as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed.
"There you are," he growls, low and hungry, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. You can see him clearly now—sharp cheekbones, smoldering eyes that burn like embers in the dim light, and a mouth set in a cruel smirk. "Been waiting too long for this." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you with deliberate pressure as his face lowers to yours, breath hot against your skin.
"Don't fight it," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours before capturing them in a kiss that's more possession than affection—hard, demanding, and utterly consuming. When he pulls back, there's a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Your dreams are mine. Your soul... will be mine."
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
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